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An Unaccounted Existence

... She looked into her Mother's eyes with a desperate attempt to understand. "Are you saying... you have no time? She asked." Her Mother smiled. She spoke carefully to try and help her daughter understand a difficult situation. An impossible situation. She started slowly. "We're looking for a place where our existence is accountable. A place where now or just a few seconds ago--days ago or weeks ago have noticeable differences. It's all nothing or everything at once. We are unable to make a distinction between occurrences. For example; is this happening now? Or is it happening twenty years ago? I think it's the same..."